Through all of Ms. Ephron’s numerous accomplishments – novelist, screenwriter, observer, critic, food lover – I particularly appreciated her attitude toward sad or even tragic situations. She confronted death, love, loss, grief, and profound life changes with her intelligence, humor and wit. She had a talent for highlighting the myriad ways in which life is absurd and impermanent. Relationships – and, incidentally, those people we fall in love with – are comical. Growing old is funny. The contents of the apartments we live in are absurd. Certain recipes evoke love, sex, or break-ups. But her humor went beyond the merely observational. For Ephron, crazy love, aging, and the pleasures of eating and conversation are universal elements which equalize us all- men and women, the cheaters and the heartbroken, the politicians and the writers. She inspired many aspiring writers, including myself, who learned not to take serious things too seriously. She will be missed.
Farewell, New Yorker: Nora Ephron (1941-2012)
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